You’d think dying would be a breeze,
but what is it that makes a body linger
when the pulse beneath your finger
is weak and thready. Enough already!
A strong woman battles for life,
beloved mother, grandmother and wife,
waiting to rest in peace!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
For dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille Monday # 10: “Breeze”